The Misfit Mime

The box I'm trapped inside
is a metaphor
Cut off from society
My actions speak loudly,
but you'll never hear me
speak a word


My face is white,
my makeup conceals
the expression that I truly feel
My actions speak loudly,
but you'll never hear me
speak a word


The rope I throw is never caught
It comes right back
to restrain me
No one pays to see me play
or looks inside this
wretched box


I'm a mime like no other
a misfit at best
Ridiculed by megaphones
No one pays to see me play
or looks inside this
wretched box


No one pays to see me play
or looks inside this
wretched box
My actions speak loudly,
but you'll never hear me
speak a word  

The End

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